Travel

"So we're just letting it go?" One of the Blood Wizards following Helena sputtered, a middle-aged vampire with greying brown hair and a stern appearance. Dolovin Peytrach, a powerful Grandmaster Class vampire, one of the stronger ones she'd brought with her.

"Yes." Helena's voice was cold as she looked out at the lonely figure of Dorian, walking away from the city walls.

"Do not question my will." Her voice was filled with steel as she turned and looked at her subordinate, or, rather, General Carus' subordinate that she had borrowed.

The middle-aged vampire backed down, waving his hands in the air in surrender.

Helena's thoughts flashed back to the conversation she had had with Dorian, just an hour or so prior.

The early light of dawn had just been creeping over the horizon when he appeared, once more on the roof.